[ He feels the warm imprint of her smile. His eyes flutter half-shut under the touch of her hand, and there's so many layers hiding in his own grin -- gratitude, greed, indulgence if not tenderness -- before it's tucked away in another kiss to her lips. Humming, he arches into her. The delicious pressure and slick friction are almost too good. But he keeps it under control, grinding down, still slow but upping the force, more volta than waltz, his belly flexing like a dancer's. ]
[ The electric radiator makes the room hotter and hotter. Her hair gives off a heady scent of downpour that's half moisture, half shampoo, and half Korra. He breathes her in, deep inhales and exhales and the occasional skip in that pattern, a groan or a hum or a hitched sigh, like an overplayed 45. Eventually, one hand still around her lower-back to keep her close and leveraged, he slips the other between them. Pads of fingers slipping in circles, slickly massaging her clit. Lips butterflying in kisses -- urging her to that slow hot climb. ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
[ The electric radiator makes the room hotter and hotter. Her hair gives off a heady scent of downpour that's half moisture, half shampoo, and half Korra. He breathes her in, deep inhales and exhales and the occasional skip in that pattern, a groan or a hum or a hitched sigh, like an overplayed 45. Eventually, one hand still around her lower-back to keep her close and leveraged, he slips the other between them. Pads of fingers slipping in circles, slickly massaging her clit. Lips butterflying in kisses -- urging her to that slow hot climb. ]